L gave a lazy stretch which was paired with a long yawn as he unlocked his apartment, his bare feet stepping onto the wooden flooring below him when stepping forward, the closing of the door creaking behind him. Now, he may be on two hours of sleep and two shots of really strong expresso, but he could've sworn he saw a hint of orange run past him like it was the flash himself.

He blinked, glancing around, his thoughts quickly darting towards the fact he, a very black cat individual, had adopted a ginger cat--which was one of the most energetic and hyper felines out there--a few months ago to keep him company. L sighed quietly, yet couldn't deny the hint of eagerness to sit down at his desk and work while you sat on his lap.

His thoughts go back to the day he had adopted you; he had known you were going to be his You were known as the 'weirdest cat at the shelter' for your very unique quirks and despite L being very introverted and quiet like a black cat, he couldn't deny that you were his perfect cat.

You always play a game when he gets home, but L had grown accustomed to it. He walked straight over to the cabinet and pulled out some whipped cream, a delicious dessert you could never pass.

"Tssh, little kitty, I got some treats for you."